Mmm. A delicious, stunning read.
The first few paragraphs hooked me immediately – a refreshing thing, as I’ve been struggling with getting captured by books right on the get go. Sure, I stick with most and end up really enjoying them, but lately it takes some time before I sit up and get invested.
Rogerson’s delicate descriptions and emotional narrative spun a lovely tale that, to me, is a poetic endearment to books. This is a love song. A dreamy bow to the magic that books wield.
There’s also everything else a YA tends to have – romance, action, ‘the chosen one’ kinda vibe (although Rogerson refreshes the chosen one trope by explaining it through coincidences). Happily, she does the YA genre well, to the extent that I didn’t grow bored.
Now – plenty of reviews I read were a bit unsatisfied with the ending. I was not. I was completely and utterly content.
Sure, I see the point they were getting at…but I politely disagree. The climactic moment of this story wasn’t supposed to be the final moment with the big bad. Nope, it was the moment of keen awakening by the protagonist and her beloved books.
I don’t want to spoil anything, so that’s where I’ll leave it.
Overall, Rogerson deftly created a sumptuous world and a sharp magic system. I didn’t hate the main character, and I enjoyed the romance.